Yay! You guys still love me! XD Thank you to MrsPatrickDempsey and alatariel10 for your reviews::gives out brownies and rum:: To answer a couple of questions, I think cousins married each other quite often back then, and Beckett is 40 (I figure this from Tom Hollander's age).

Disclaimer: Disney owns pirates!

The two guards took the struggling woman into Beckett's home. Mrs. Thomson showed them where Meg would be staying. It was a nice room, Meg admitted in her mind, but she still did NOT want to be there. The guards shut the door behind them on the way out. Glaring at the door, she ran at it and banged her fist on it in frustration. A few minutes later, she heard Beckett arrive. Meg went and sat on the bed, staring at the door. Soon, she heard a knock on it. She figured it was Beckett…and she was right.

"Forgive me for intruding…" he said as he shut the door behind him. Meg continued to glare. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Miss Owen."

"Why shouldn't I…you took me from my friends…and Jack..."

"And you consider those pirates your friends?"

"I do…why did you want me anyway?"

"My dear," Beckett began. "You may not know it, but you are a beauty. You deserve better than what those pirates on those ships offer and I am more than willing to give it to you."

"…and that is…?"

"A roof over your head, good food, fine dresses…and if you accept…affection…?" Meg stood up.

"The Black Pearl is my home, we ate well enough, I like my own clothes and if you even suspect that I have any feelings for you whatsoever, you, sir, are mistaken!" Beckett pointed a finger at her.

"You will also learn a few manners as to how a proper lady is to act!"

"I don't care if I'm a proper lady or not! I enjoyed my life and you just had to go and request that you wanted me in your presence! You selfish, conceited, power-hungry bas—"

Smack!

Meg held the right side of her face and looked at Beckett in shock. He had backhanded her across her face.

"You will learn to hold your tongue! You will NEVER see those pirates again! NEVER! Now, Mrs. Thomson will be up a bit later to help you into your new clothes and you will join me for dinner." With that, he marched out of the room and shut the door tightly behind him. Meg still stood by the bed. Her cheek stung. Her eyes were starting to sting with tears. She was never going to get out of there on her own. She collapsed on the bed and started sobbing. Jack, Beth...would they come to get her? Meg sat up, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. She looked around the room and noticing a desk, she searched for some paper and something to write with.

Dearest Jack and Bethykins,

Currently, I am trapped inside Beckett's home. I've been here less than half an hour and I'm already going insane. Apart from that, I am alive and well, being threatened with good food, fine dresses and, prepare yourselves, affection. But Beckett has made no further advances besides proposing the possibility of a relationship and slapping me.

I know you guys are probably really busy at this point in time, but I wanted to write you to let you know I am alive, to tell Beth to stay AWAY from Norry (who has turned to the dark side), and to ask you to come save me! I miss you both so much! Oh, and sorry for the inconvenience.

Love you both, especially Jack ,

Meggie

Hearing a knock at the door, Meg quickly stuffed the letter inside a drawer and stood. Mrs. Thomson entered with a dress over her arm. Meg was tempted to roll her eyes and say it was not necessary, but she knew that this woman would probably not disobey Beckett. The dress was a simple light blue shade, with delicate lace embroidery on the bodice and along the sleeves. As Mrs. Thompson neared her, Meg eyed the piece of clothing with suspicious loathing.

"There's no need to frightened of the thing, dear," Mrs. Thompson suggested warmly. Meg did not move. "Oh, come now, this is a fine dress, and it will suit you well." Meg scrunched up her nose and continued to glare at the dress. "Aright, now, take this, go behind there and please change into it. I will help with the fastenings when you are through," Meg was still reluctant to take the dress, but knew that if she was to be able to somehow send her letter, she'd need to be on her best behavior tonight so no one would suspect her of anything. Mrs. Thomson helped lace up the back when Meg had the dress on. She also helped with Meg's hair, putting it up nicely.

Meg examined herself in the mirror. She wondered what the others would think if they saw her. Not that she really cared what they thought of her, she just would have been curious of their opinions. Mrs. Thomson left the room for a moment and Meg quickly gathered up her pirate clothing and hid it so no one would get their hands on them and burn them. She had a plan on what to do with them later.

Mrs. Thomson came back and led Meg down the stairs and into the dining room. Beckett was already sitting at the head of it.

"Well, well, Miss Owen, you do clean up nicely," he said with a small smirk.

'Likewise,' Meg thought, but did not dare say it aloud. What…what was this? Was she now afraid of Beckett just because he backhanded her once? Meg sat without a word, pondering her thoughts. Dinner was served and Meg ate as daintily and as properly as she possible could to please Beckett. There was little talk during the meal, however, Meg just knew that Beckett's eyes were on her most of the time, even though she did not look up.

"Miss Owen," Beckett said suddenly as the plates were being taken away. Meg looked up. "Why don't we make some manner of conversation. Why don't you tell me about your friends?" Meg looked at him quizzically for a moment.

"My friends? …well…" What could she say about them? They were pirates, after all…and Beckett probably only wanted to know about pirates in order to execute them. "Um…"

"Don't stutter,"

"I've known Beth all my life and we met Jack about a year and a half ago…but I believe that is really all I can say about them. Will was a blacksmith here in town."

"Ah, yes, I know,"

"Is there anything else you'd like to know from me about them?" Meg was trying her best not to give him any valuable information, but he was trying to make enough conversation as not to be boring.

"Who is this 'Beth' you speak of? Certainly you don't mean Miss Norrington,"

"Oh, but I do," Meg smiled.

"Hmm," was all Beckett said after that. He waved over a servant and whispered something to him. The servant then briskly walked away. Meg looked at Beckett quizzically, but his expression stayed the same. "Curious, are we?"

"A little, I suppose,"

"All in good time,"

Kind of shortish again, but it's another chappie, right? Oh, and yes, Meg still doesn't know about Jack's death (she felt it in her heart though back in chapter...three I think it was). But yeah... R&R please!!!

Oh, yes, I needed to say this as well: I've begun work on the AWE story in this series! The first chapter will probably not be up until I'm sure that I have everything right. If I find a website that has the movie script on it, the process will probably go a lot faster. For now, I just have the script that leaked out, the junior novelzation, and memories from the movie.